Migraines, migraines, go away.
Don't come back, another day.
I hate taking my fioricet. It makes me feel slow. It makes me (extra) emotional. It makes me sleepy. It makes me useless. But, sometimes, it's necessary.
I'm glad that I'm meeting with my neurologist again tomorrow. I'm hoping that he has some kind of miracle idea, because I'm getting really tired of the daily headaches and frequent migraines, again. It's making it very hard to deal with life, the way that I want to deal with it.
I hate being a burden to everyone. I am the Mommy. I am supposed to do everything, for everyone else. I hate asking for help. It frustrates me, not being able to be, who I want to be.